A Property of Lightning

Very rarely does it strike twice
not often do people like us
fall this hard
to find a forgiving surface
not too hard or soft
not too hot nor too cool
our great divide
a constant changing of guards
never enough
always too much
cyclically cycling
swimming only to drown
you breathe water
I air
but someday
you will wake up and remember
what it felt like
to smile in the sun
with someone
like me.

The spiral of death into addiction.

Just as he hit
The ground
They lowered a tow that
Stuck in his neck to the gills
Fragments of sobriquets
riddle me this
three half eaten corneas
who hit the aureole
Stalk the ground
Stalk the ground
You should have seen
The curse that flew right by you
Page of concrete
Stained walks crutch in hobbled sway
Auto-da-fé
A capillary hint of red
Only this manupod
Crescent in shape has escaped
The house half the way
Fell empty with teeth
That split both his lips
Mark these words
One day this chalk outline will circle this city
Was he robbed of the asphalt that cushioned his face
A room colored charlatan
Hid in a safe

Ropes, with words, to bind.

Lately I struggle to breathe
like I did once.
Bound lungs
set in apprehension of you
looking in reflections of windows
hoping to see a shadow walk by
not turning my head
when I pass
as if I wouldn't notice
all of your 115 pounds
of confused persona
I miss.
Hoping the bike lane is taken up
by you and I
wanting nothing more
than excuse to say
I miss doing nothing with you.

Don't kid yourself.

If that is you and him
This is you and I.
With the exceptions
bruised is normal
inside and out
She smells of Voltaire
you of Allium cepa
in the end we both felt like shit
but continue
like always
to hide it
in our own caves
mine worn on tattered sleeves
yours on the shores no one sees
In the crows nest
the thought brought men to knees
or at least saw a seagull
hope for land
a fool I may be
you are just as hopeless as I
forgetting tales of the sea
Before the harbor,
we could lie.

Really.

when you think to yourself
"this time it is different"
that's your cue to know it is not.

In Revision.

Rest in peace Quita.

Hope it is nice where ever you are

We all love you

I am gonna hug Colty today for you.

This week sucks dick.

"Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are."

Dear Whothefuckcares

I lied to you
This is the first and last time I will write about you.
Thanks for wasting my time.
Thanks for being there for me.
I tried to be Japanese.
You can be sad person.
Not getting better any time soon.
At least you were good in the sack.

p.s. this actually really hurt.

I'm a fraid knot.

Well balanced
in doses
unraveled by you.
fraying at both ends.
the knot that failed,
not that it has failed.
load bearing,
set to snap.
positive and negative never touch.
there are no sense in senses.
trusting in logic fails.
a foundation of feeling nothing
leads to a house of false hope.
yet a dull knife still cuts.
it does not hurt any less now
than it did then.
a cool breeze
with you in its elbow.
primary colors danced in the window.
he let out a sigh
and asked
2343?
I knew the reply.
and the other,
will knot hold?

The Science of Failing

with the routine
of the sun and moon
the coming and going of tides
we sit at 67,000 miles per hour
going no where fast
yet we go where we are pulled
like the sun and moon
over a long enough time frame
we will fall out of orbit
stars will die
light fades
thus only to come again
but it will only be so dark
oh please don't take my sunshine away

Continuing trends... Too good...

Neuron flash in fifty watts pinpointing to the streetlight limbo.
Told me it was chemistry why I behave like this.
Why I move in misdirected impulse and speak in scrambled clusters of white
Noise.
Traction is not a term of endearment.
Death is an experiment best conducted face down.
Vertigo may not include spinning, but it ought to.
I am languid in the puddle, face full of concrete cellophane.
Don't say a single word unless you speak with a drowning tongue.
I am not listening. I am not focusing.
My eyes have sunk and set and I am invincible.
I'm water proof. someone said that heaven is just coincidental collision of
Electrons.
This is not the time for touching me.
I am a conduit changing colors, frantic humming televisions,
Conducting city spasms, shorting voltage like a fuse.
The elevating vibrations of hysteria, amplified by the armor of the tarn.
Flashing lights paint veins across the sky.
And everyone along the roadside just wants to see a saint.
The serenity of sirens, the allure of the femme fatale.
Her defibrillator hands can't stop me now.
I feel quite all right.